"Keep back. This pie is wounded. There's a wound on it oozing juice like all fruit pies do. There are only 5 slices left. I've got a pie server and I'm not afraid to use it!" He slidest he pie server under another slice,

Runs around the corner of the house, sling still drawn taut, upon getting a clear shot, lets fly the dastardly projectile. It whizzes through the air with the sound of an angry swarm. A sharp metallic clang rings out, and a flash of light. The pie server is knocked through the air, glinting in the sunlight as it turns end over end, before falling blade first and sticking firmly in the ground.

Tempt me not, oh fiendishly fluffy one, to draw this weapon a second time! Chances are it will be much less epic.

"It was really too bad that your slice of pie was on that server. Now it's on the roof." He is quiet and you hear pie-eating sounds. Then he says "Down to 3. 3 slices remain." He pulls a rock out of his bountiful pocket and rolls it down the other side of the roof.

"Me share? Of course I would. I'm just making sure that the pie is safe from villainesses who would devour it unceremoniously." He slides each remaining slice of pie into a Zip- Loc bag and pockets the 3 bags. Then he carefully reaches out with the pie tin and eases it over the peak of the roof. "CRAP!" he says as the tin slides down making metallic noises. "I lost it!"

Fi! Do not play games with me, you must come down here and face properly. Don't you know anything about dueling?

Rearranges the water balloons and fishes in her pocket until she produces a tiny book, the title carefully penned in tiny gilt letters "The Rules, Regulations, and Etiquette of Ceremonial Honor Duels Resulting From Pastry Related Misunderstandings for the Novice and Expert". With extreme care she tosses the small but solemn tome to Fluffius.

Chokes on the pie, dies, collapsing on the ground only for her body to dissolve into pixelated light. After a long moment she reappears several feet away next to a colorful lamp-post looking thing, accompanied by more pixelated light and a sarcastic, robotic female voice thanking her for choosing Hyperion.

Walks into the house, and if by instinct finds the liquor, hidden inside a faux globe. Pours two drinks and then thinking that maybe Fluffules would want one as well, pours a third. Turning she holds out the glass, looking at him in a grumpy manner until he accepts it.

Phloughphie was only grumpy because she gave him one of those miniature glasses more suited to a doll house than a real house and he says this matter of factly while standing in a house made from baked goods.

I didn't buy the glasses, if you don't like it take it up with management. Blows a raspberry at Fluffasaurus as she walks over to the fire place, after inspecting the seating she plops down on the hearth rug.